Category Archives: Head’s Restaurant Years

There’s no reason that Ansel Head should like Santa Fe. He grew up in Alabama with its hot, humid weather; green was everywhere. By the time he came along, Kudzu had already covered any barren land; and it was well … Continue reading →

Ansel Head felt he owed his family and friends some relief. Even though he was pretty certain that none had ever looked at his previous “Continuing Education” picture books, he felt their interest would be better served if he tried … Continue reading →

A tattoo and piercing studio moved in next door to Ansel Head’s restaurant. This was something new to Head; he knew little of life beyond the narrow confines of his private school education. Not being the intellectual in the family … Continue reading →

What is the American Spirit? Ansel Head could never quite put his finger on the answer. There is something there though. He senses it in himself and in other Americans. It is stronger in some than others, but it is … Continue reading →

Ansel Head’s college education failed to include courses on civil disobedience, even though it was all the rage during that time. Yes, his friend Gates did organize a Viet Nam War protest one sunny afternoon; but Head recalls only two … Continue reading →

No one in Ansel Head’s household rode motorcycles. Whenever the subject came up, Head’s mother would point to her adopted cousin, Delma, who was walking around on a wooden leg, his real one having been lost in a motorcycle accident … Continue reading →

Ansel Head had heard that a picture is worth a thousand words. Hoping to spare his friends and family the embarrassment of pretending to read the thousands of words he would need to tell of his education in 2012, he … Continue reading →

Ansel Head’s mother died in her bed on her ninety-second birthday. Her daughter, nieces, and the sweetest two ladies on earth were present at the end. Head was on his way, once again driving down I-81 at 80 in his … Continue reading →

Halloween is for kids unless adults prohibit their joining in on the fall ritual for religious or nutritional purposes. It’s not just the candy, even though that is a great treat for those who participate. It’s the fun of dressing … Continue reading →

Ansel Head had been on many roofs when he was running his grandfather’s real estate company in Birmingham. They were flat ones, built up over the wooden decking with coal tar felt, hot pitch, and gravel. Climbing the ladders to … Continue reading →